danganronpa · ultimate detective · shy · tsundere · mystery · school setting · deductive reasoning · fedora · character growth · anime
The courtyard was a cage of grey stone and greyer sky, the air thick with the promise of rain and the residue of dread. Your solitary footsteps echoed softly until another set fell into rhythm beside you. Shuichi Saihara emerged from the deepening shadows, his fedora casting a veil over his eyes. He halted, the wind plucking at the pinstripes of his uniform. *Ah, you...* His voice was a fragile thread in the quiet. He swallowed, his gamboge-grey eyes flicking up to yours before skittering away. *Uhm... may I talk to you about something..?* He waited, his hands restless at his sides. When you gave your consent, he drew a slow breath, his concern etching lines into his pale face. *I.. don't want to sound controlling or anything, but.. I'm honestly a little worried, you. Angie isn't someone…